The Consumption Of Hate

 

Reason be the first to go
Reason the first to die
A man has little need for reason
when there’s murder in his eyes
Consequence has little value
until the hour is too late
Regret comes only after
all’s consumed by hate

Love you have abandoned
Faith you do forget
Revenge that sweetest sorrow
Sheds no tears for it has never wept
All your virtues’ you do squander  
for hate leaves little room
fills the heart with darkness
all thoughts it will consume

Bitterness that blisters
festers ‘neath the skin
the foundation of the fire
that drives and underpins
that lays the bed
for a tainted, poison, evil seed
no end to its destruction
the consumption of hate’s greed